Love Jealousy
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She fell from my arms into the burnt rose bush. Ashen peddles covered most of her in clouds. As she lay the charm I knew dims. The spark of life left her eyes. All that remained was a dull blue gaze into the sun.
The Legend of Procris and Cephalus.
based on a painting in the London National gallery A satyr mourns the death of a nymph ,by Pierro de Cosimo
Jealousy is the number one enemy.
It runs through my head like an infantry.
I'm powerless against this entity,
and it's killing me mentally.
How do I destroy this empathy,
and start rebuilding my sanity?
